Dressed as the prince's substitute? I took the throne

"what?"

Nangong Yanling's face turned pale as he looked at Liu Ji, whose life force was rapidly fading on the ground. Then Zhou Chuxuan pushed his head against him and said, "Your Highness, you..."

"Do not talk!"

Zhou Chuxuan smiled and then pointed the gun at the group of young people rushing over.

One shot, one kill, a one-sided massacre.

Nangong Yanling did not stop it, and she couldn't stop it.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the dense forest. Finally, the sound of iron hooves was heard outside. It turned out that the Fuling Army had arrived.

Murong Xue, Han Bin, and Ma Sandao were all in the front, surrounding the Qingtian Academy.

Looking at Nangong Yanling standing beside Zhou Chuxuan at a loss, Ma Sandao didn't care about anything at this time. He got off the horse with the rope, directly held Nangong Yanling down, and tied her up tightly.

Nangong Yanling did not struggle. Instead, she felt a little relieved.

"Ouch, what a sin, what a sin!"

Zhang Wu, who followed closely behind, looked at the pool of blood on the ground and couldn't help but click his tongue and said, "Your Highness, I didn't expect you to commit such boundless sins here. How about I help them to be liberated? Otherwise, they will turn into wronged spirits and come looking for Your Highness in the middle of the night!"

"This, only three hundred taels of silver will be enough. I wonder if Your Highness..."

Listening to Zhang Wu's endless chatter, Zhou Chuxuan felt a little overwhelmed. "Master, please stop talking. Aren't you a Taoist priest? Shouldn't the monks be the ones to do this?"

Zhang Wu glared at him, unhappy. "Who says this kind of work can only be done by monks? I'm always happy to help others, so why not?"

Everyone: "..."

If there weren't more important things at hand, Ma Sandao really wanted to beat him up.

This old Deng is such a chatterbox!

"Alright, you all wait outside. Hongyue, Canxue, you two, follow me in!"

"Remember, if anyone tries to escape, they will be executed on the spot!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Watching Zhou Chuxuan leave, Nangong Yanling collapsed on the ground as if all the strength had been drained from her, her eyes filled with relief.

But Ma Sandao didn't want to let him go just like that. In Ma Sandao's eyes, Zhou Chuxuan was now a natural saint, and he would never allow anyone to insult him!

"Miss Nangong, His Highness treats you well, right? Why do you treat His Majesty this way? Humph, how will you face everyone when you return?"

Ma Sandao still felt unsatisfied, so he stepped forward and kicked Nangong Yanling to the ground: "Bah! You stinky bitch, you deserve a miserable death!"

"Second brother, don't be rude!"

Although Han Bin looked at Nangong Yanling with disappointment, Zhou Chuxuan had not yet said how to execute her, and they did not have the power to do anything to Nangong Yanling.

Murong Xue did not follow in, but just stood beside Nangong Yanling, staring at her intently: "Miss Nangong, can you tell me why?"

Before, Murong Xue and Nangong Yanling had never gotten along well. Not only did they quarrel with each other, but they might even fight when they got angry!

However, as the two worked together many times and spent time together day and night, they gradually became good sisters. Unexpectedly, Nangong Yanling was actually King Jin's person!

At this time, Nangong Yanling seemed to have lost all his strength and means. He sat on the ground, looking like he was seeking death, with a dull look in his eyes. In response to Murong Xue's questions, he did not say a word, but just stared blankly in the direction where Zhou Chuxuan left.

She did something wrong, and it seemed like she had no chance!

On the other side, Zhou Chuxuan, Hongyue and Canxue, who walked into the Qingtian Academy, completely started the slaughter mode. They showed no mercy to the martial slaves of the Jin Wang lineage.

Hongyue and Canxue each held an AK in their hands and unilaterally slaughtered the martial slaves who rushed up.

Those martial slaves never dreamed that Zhou Chuxuan and others had such powerful weapons in their hands, making the martial arts they had trained for many years useless.

Finally, the three of them stood on the top floor of Qingtian Academy, where two old men were playing chess.

One of them had only one eye and no expression on his face.

In fact, from his perspective, he could see what was happening in the entire Qingtian Academy, and even Nangong Yanling and others outside could see it clearly, but he was playing chess from beginning to end, and there was no expression on his face.

The other old man was a bald monk wearing a monk's robe and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He did not seem to be repulsed by the arrival of the three people. On the contrary, he even chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha!"

"hehe!"

Zhou Chuxuan reloaded the pistol in his hand, walked towards the two men step by step, then sat on the ground and looked at the chessboard of the two men.

At this time, the black pieces in the monk's hand had shown a one-sided trend, madly devouring the white pieces.

But the one-eyed old man was not in a hurry. He continued to defend bit by bit, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

After looking for a while, Zhou Chuxuan did not say anything. He just gently snatched the white piece from the one-eyed old man's hand and placed it on the chessboard.

The one-eyed old man was not at all displeased, and the monk was not angry either. Soon, Zhou Chuxuan started playing chess with the monk using the white pieces.

After about an incense stick of time, the white piece was revived by Zhou Chuxuan, and began to fight back gradually, starting to devour the black piece's territory.

There was a hint of surprise in the monk's eyes, but he still didn't say anything. He began to defend and counterattack in an orderly manner according to his own ideas.

Finally, after an hour, the white pieces swallowed up all the black pieces in a sweeping manner, and the game ended with the white pieces' victory.

Zhou Chuxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The monk then spoke: "Amitabha, your chess move is truly exquisite! I admire you so much!"

"Now that the chess game is over, shouldn't we settle our affairs?"

Zhou Chuxuan yawned and said in a deep voice, "You are all from the lineage of King Jin. I don't want to waste any more time talking to you. If you are willing to surrender, I will give you a good place to go!"

"hehe!"

Hearing this, both of them laughed, their laughter tinged with helplessness and sadness. Finally, the monk spoke up and said, "Your Highness, do you believe this?"

"We are all direct descendants of the King of Jin, the only ones left in the Wu Dynasty! Will you let us go?"

"I can tell Your Highness that even if Your Highness lets us go, we will still serve the King of Jin and work hard to kill everyone in your royal family and eventually replace you!"

Zhou Chuxuan laughed and said, "You are quite frank!"